Morning Has Broken
Frozen Grapes
Good morning, all. I was absent yesterday due to an evil migraine. Stayed home from work, which always makes me nervous.
Whenever I sat up the headache got much worse. [My father’s solution: “Don’t sit up.” What a guy.] So mostly I lay in bed, listening to my Jeeves Clock tick, thinking about the different kinds of head pain and how a headache oozes and flows from one part of your head to the other and back again. Comparing it (favorably) to dental pain.
As evening approached, I ate some frozen grapes and listened to the thunderstorm that swept through our area (and attacked my nice pot of wildflowers). Then I went back to sleep. All in all, a very exciting day. [Anyone else love frozen grapes? Go throw some in the freezer and let me know what you think.
The yarn is prettier in person.
Anyway, before yesterday I continued work on the CPH (rav lnk), which I’m making in conjunction with Danielle’s knitalong. Already, I have an issue (surprised? I didn’t think so).
I thought I was smarter than the pattern early on, didn’t look closely at the charts, and added some purl stitches where knit stitches needed to be. Can you tell?
[The yarn is actually a gorgeous teal blue. My camera just doesn’t want to show you that part. You might get too excited and run over here to steal it from me.
So I am now more than halfway through the back, and I have several reasons for wanting to frog and start over:
- the mistake, which is plaguing me;
- maybe some nice waist shaping?
- general boredom and malaise.
I’ll probably frog it tonight. Of course, it’s a delicate thing, because if I frog it I might not start again. So I am committing, here on this blog and before you people, to finish the CPH, by hook or by crook
And now, off to work.
Knit Like You Mean It. 